I knew something was up because Nan had been fidgety since I walked in the front door. It was one of the signs that she had something to say that she didn’t think I was going to like to hear. After fifteen years of marriage I knew the signs and I also knew that I couldn’t hurry things along. When Nan had something like that to say she had to work herself up to say it. So, while I waited for her to finish dinner I grabbed a beer and went into the living room to watch CNN.

When Nan called me for dinner I was surprised to see that she had opened a couple of bottles of wine, one on the table and one on the sideboard to ‘breathe,’ and she had already poured two glasses. Since we rarely had wine with our meals during the week I asked her what was the occasion.

"I’m trying to get you in a mellow mood."

"In other words I’m not going to like what’s coming, am I?"

"Probably not."

"Well why not just go ahead and get it over with?"

"Not yet. Wait until we finish the wine."

"That bad?"

Nan looked down at her wineglass and said, "Pretty bad."

We sat in silence as we finished dinner and I wondered what ‘pretty bad’ could mean.

When dinner was over and the dishes were cleared away I said, "Living room, family room, bedroom or here?"

"Here is fine" and she got up and got the other bottle of wine off the sideboard. She refilled our glasses and then she sat down across from me.

"Would you say we have a good marriage?"

"I would say we have an excellent marriage."

"Are you happy with me?"

"Of course I am."

"You do know that I love you, don’t you?"

"Yes, I believe I do, now what’s this all about?"

She watched me silently for several moments, took a big gulp of her wine and then she said, "One of my boyfriends wants to take me to Cancun this weekend for a week and I want to go."

My wineglass was halfway to my mouth before what Nan had said registered on me. I put the glass down on the table and stared at her not believing what I had heard and not knowing what to say. I just sat there and stared at her.

"Aren’t you going to say anything?"

"Say what? Start where? The sudden news that you had a boyfriend would have floored me, but boyfriends plural? I don’t know what to say. When, why, how long, how many, why are you telling me this, what do you expect me to say? If you need to hear me say something how about this - just how long past the end of this conversation do you expect this marriage to last? For that matter, why are we even having this conversation? Why don’t you just pack your bags and head for Cancun? It’s a damned good bet that I won’t be here when you get back anyway."

"That’s what this is all about honey. I want you here when I get back. I won’t even go unless you say I can."

"You can’t be that stupid Nan. Whether you go or not doesn’t matter. You have just informed me that you have been cheating on me. You are unfaithful - you are fucking other men behind my back. You think I’m just going to sit here and say "That’s nice dear, and have you been having a good time?" We don’t need to say anymore; you’ve just said all that needs to be said. The marriage is toast. Go to fucking Cancun. Go anywhere you fucking want to, it doesn’t matter to me any more."

I got up from the table and headed for the basement.

"Where are you going?"

"To get a suitcase."

"Why?"

"Because I’m getting out of here and I’m going to need to pack some things."

"Please stay and talk to me honey."

"We have nothing to talk about."

"Yes we do. We need to talk about us."

"God damn it Nan, there is no more ‘us’. We stopped being an ‘us’ when you hit me with that boyfriend shit. Just leave me alone."

I went to the basement and got a couple of suitcases and went up to the bedroom to pack. Nan stood in the doorway and watched me for several minutes and then she turned and walked away. I finished packing and carried the suitcases out to the car and put them in the trunk. When I got in the car I found Nan sitting on the passenger side. She looked over at me and said, "I’m sticking to you like glue until we talk this out. You admitted that we had a great marriage. You said you were happy with me and you acknowledged that you believe that I love you. So I’ve had lovers, so what? Our marriage has still been great and I still love you so at least hear me out before you take off."

"All right, go ahead and talk."

"Please honey, just come back inside. We can sit at the kitchen table where I can sip my wine. I need the wine to help me say what I need to say and I’m going to need it to keep me going."

She took a sip of the Merlot and then said, "First off, I have to say that I love you with all my heart. I love being married to you, I love going to sleep in your arms and I love waking up with you cuddled up next to me. I love every thing about you; your laugh, your tenderness and I love the way you make me feel. I love the way you make love to me and that is where the problem with me is. You just don’t do it often enough."

I started to say something, but Nan held up her hand, "Please let me finish - let me get it all out - and then you can say whatever you want or ask any questions you want to." She took another sip of her wine; "You don’t need sex as much as I do honey. You are fantastic in bed and you never fail to make my toes curl when we make love, but honey, you just don’t want sex all that often. For the last six years you have been happy with once, sometimes twice a week and that isn’t near enough for me. Where once a week is good enough for you I could handle once or twice a day."

She took another sip of her wine.

"Back when we slowed down to once or twice a week I spent a small fortune on sexy under things and sexy high heels to try and get you in the mood to make love more often, but you never seemed to notice. I tried being more aggressive in instigating things, but you never responded. Eventually I came to understand that you just weren’t all that interested in sex. In all other things you and I were perfect for each other and our marriage was great so I resigned myself to only having sex when you were ready. That lasted about two months and by the end of that two months I was so sexually frustrated that I got irritable and cranky and we started having all those arguments over piddily little shit that didn’t amount to much and it was putting a hell of a strain on our marriage. I don’t think the marriage would have survived another six months if I hadn’t had to much to drink at your sisters wedding shower."

She got up and opened another bottle of wine and when she went to pour me some I waved her away. She refilled her own glass and said, "The girls had all chipped in to hire a male stripper to come in and perform. The girls were pretty raunchy that night and they were tossing him money to try and get him to strip down all the way and when he finally did and I saw his hard cock sticking out in front of him I started to feel sorry for myself. It just so happened that he left the party a minute after I did and he saw me having trouble putting the key in the car door lock. I was crying so hard that I could hardly see. He came over to help me and one thing led to another and I ended up at his apartment and in his bed. He screwed me five times before I had to leave and come home. I was fine after that. Oh I did feel guilty and I cried a lot over the fact that I had betrayed your trust, but the frustration was gone, the irritability was gone and so was the crankiness. But it came back and so did the arguments and the arguments were getting worse. One day we had one that left me so angry that I just wanted to scream and run through the house breaking things. I was cleaning out my purse and I found the piece of paper that Chad had given me with his number on it. I had forgotten that he had given it to me. I was just mad enough at you that day to call him and when he invited me over I went. From then on I saw him three and four times a week. Things smoothed out in our marriage, I was happy and I was able to keep you happy. I know that doesn’t make it right, but it worked."

"Six years? You have been doing this six years and have been able to hide it from me?"

"I did it during the day while you were at work and I always made sure I was home and cleaned up well before you got home. There wasn’t anyway for you to have found out."

"So I don’t satisfy you."

"That’s not what I said honey. You always satisfied me when we made love. You just don’t do it often enough."

"So what you are telling me is that you are a slut for cock and you have a stable of studs to see that you get it."

"I guess you could put it that way, at least from your point of view."

"How would you put it?"

"I would say that I have a few friends that help me out in my hour of need."

"Just how many is a few?"

"Three or four."

"You don’t even know for sure?"

"It changes. It started out as just Chad. Then Chad graduated and got a job in another city. He introduced me to Tony, another dancer he worked with, and then Tony moved and I met Gary. Chad moved back to town and I dated both Gary and Chad for a while and then Tony moved back and it just keeps changing. Right now I’m seeing Chad, Harry, Rudy and Glenn, but Harry is supposed to be moving to Dallas this week. I don’t see them all at once, I just take turns dating them. That way I avoid any emotional entanglements."

"So who is it who wants to take you to Cancun?"

"Chad."

"And just what is it that makes this Chad think that you can come and just ask me to let you take off for a week with him?"

"He doesn’t know I’m asking you."

"Then what in Christ’s name made you think you could do it without causing our marriage to self destruct?"

"Try to understand this honey. I’m gambling here. I know I love you and I was sure that you loved me. What I have been doing for the last six years has not affected your quality of life one little bit. If anything, what I’ve been doing has made things better for us because we don’t argue and fight any more. But circumstances change. My boyfriends are losing the ability to see me during the day when we are relatively free from worrying about being found out. To continue to get the sexual satisfaction that I need I’m going to have to do it in the evenings which almost guarantees that I will eventually get caught. So I decided to bite the bullet and out myself. I’m gambling that I can convince you that I love you more that anything, that you haven’t lost anything and that you won’t lose anything if I continue. If I can’t convince you then the marriage is over. If I hadn’t come forward now and I’d have been caught the marriage still would have been over. I’m hoping that by doing it this way I’ll have a chance at keeping you."

"I don’t see how Nan. As long as I didn’t know we could have kept on going, but now I do know. I’d never be able to come home again without wondering who you spent the day with and what you did. I’d never be able to kiss you again without thinking about where that mouth had been and what it had been doing. Just the thought that I’ve been kissing you after you have sucked some other man’s cock is making my stomach turn right now. Look at the bright side. Now you can fuck your stable all day and all night every day. That should keep you sexually satisfied."

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "Damn it Ben, I love you and I don’t want you to leave me."

"Sorry Nan, you should have thought of that before you let yourself become a slut."

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I spent the next three days in a motel wondering just how in the hell that a marriage that had been so good for fifteen years could have gone down the chute so quickly. I loved Nan and it killed me to be away from her, but I also knew I was right when I stated the way I would feel when I would come home to her. She professed love for me, but how could she expect me to kiss her knowing that she had just sucked another man’s cock? How could she expect me to sit across from her at the dinner table knowing that just a couple of hours earlier she had been on her back with her legs spread for some other guy? After fifteen years she had to know me better than that.

Sitting in the motel and staring at the TV I thought about Nan’s reason for doing what she did. She was right that I didn’t seem to need a lot of sex, but I wasn’t going to accept that it was my fault that she turned herself into a whore. There were plenty of women in the world whose husbands were like me and they didn’t go out whoring. So I only made love once or twice a week, what was wrong with that? When it happened I was making love not having sex, and it wasn’t any quick coupling either - it sometimes lasted an hour or more and it was almost always more than once or twice. I sometimes went three and four times. What was wrong with having quality instead of quantity? I loved Nan and I do believe that she loved me, but Jesus - how could she expect me to live with what she had become?

My car needed work so I dropped it off at the dealership on Saturday morning and took a cab over to my house. Nan would be in Cancun with her asshole and I could take my time going through the place and packing up what I wanted. I held the cab long enough to check the garage and make sure Nan’s car was gone. It was so I paid off the cab driver and then let myself inside the house. About an hour later I was in the bedroom taking clothes out of the closet when I heard the garage door opener start up. At the same time I heard a car door slam out in the drive and when I went to the window and looked out I saw a man getting out of a pick up truck. The shock of seeing the man rattled me more than I cared to admit. Nan had said nothing about the fact that one of her lovers was black.

Obviously Nan had brought one of her lovers to the house and the last thing I wanted was a confrontation with Nan and one of her assholes so I quickly shoved the boxes I’d packed in the closet and closed the door. I hurried down the hall to the spare bedroom. As soon as the two of them were in the master bedroom I would get out of the house. I heard them coming up the stairs and then I heard the man say, "Isn’t that your bedroom?"

"Yes, but we aren’t going to use it."

"Why not?"

"Because that bedroom is mine and Ben’s."

"What does that mean? The idiot left you."

"Yes, but I’m hoping that he will come back someday and I would feel bad if he did and I’d used the room with someone else. It’s bad enough that I polluted his wife, I can’t do it to his room too."

Shit! They were coming to the spare bedroom. I quickly got into the closet and I’d just made it as the two of them came through the door. I wasn’t even able to close the closet door because they would have heard the click of the latch. The man was talking, "I still don’t understand why you wouldn’t go to Cancun with me this weekend. Your husband left you, you’re free to do what you want."

"I told you. Ben might come home and I want to be here if he does."

"What if you get your wish and he comes home while I’m here? Won’t that just make it worse?"

"I know Ben. If he gets over his mad it won’t be for days. Besides, if he comes by he’ll see your truck and he will just keep on going. He all ready knows that even if we get back together I am going to keep on seeing you guys."

The two of them were undressing as they were talking and the man said, "You aren’t making sense Nan."

"That goes with being in love Chad. I love Ben and it tends to cloud my thinking."

Nan pushed Chad back on the bed and knelt between his legs and when I saw that white on black I got an immediate hard on. I don’t know what sick thing in my mind made it happen, but happen it did. Taking Chad’s black stick in her white hand she began stroking it as she said, "Haven’t you ever been in love Chad? If you had you would know how stupid things can get."

"I’m in love, but so far it’s been hopeless."

"Why is that?"

"She’s married and in love with her husband."

"Poor baby. No hope at all?"

"I don’t know, you tell me."

Nan stopped stroking his cock and looked up at him. She looked at him in silence for several seconds and then said, "That’s sweet baby, but I’m sorry. I belong to Benny and always will even if he doesn’t come back. Try and settle for what you have baby, but know that it is all you are ever going get" and then she lowered her head toward his cock. When that black pole disappeared into her white mouth my cock actually throbbed.

For the next two hours I was stuck in the closet as Nan and Chad had sex on the bed in front of me. They did it all, several times, and it was like watching a porno movie but without the horrible music in the background. She sucked his cock and then he fucked her. They went sixty-nine and then he fucked her again. Then he went down on her and sucked his own cum out of her pussy and he seemed to enjoy it. I wondered why I had never tried it because Nan certainly seemed to love it.

The black and white thing was so erotic that more than anything I wanted to take out my hard cock and beat myself off, but I didn’t dare do anything that might call attention to the closet so I just stood there and suffered.

On the bed Nan got on her knees and buried her head in a pillow and Chad took her in her ass. That was something else I had never done and something else that Nan seemed to love. When Chad finally came he pulled out of her ass and fell to the bed beside her. Nan rolled over and laid next to him and said, "You sure do know how to make a girl feel good."

"You should give some thought to making it permanent."

"I’m sorry baby, but it will never happen. I share my body with you, but my heart belongs to Ben and if he comes back I’ll be here waiting for him even if it takes twenty years."

"Well, I’m going to keep trying, but for now I have my sister’s birthday party to go to. When can I see you again?"

"I don’t know baby. Give me a call on Tuesday."

Nan laid on the bed and watched Chad dress and when he was done she got up and walked him to the front door. I came out of the closet to listen at the door and see what Nan would do next. I was hoping that she would shower which would give me a chance to get out of the house. I heard the front door close and then I heard her coming back up the stairs. I had the door opened just a crack so I could see and when she got to the head of the stairs she didn’t go into our bedroom. She stopped at the linen closet and got out some sheets and I suddenly realized that she was going to make up the bed that she and Chad had just messed up. I quickly got back in the closet and watched as Nan came in and stripped the bed and then remade it. When she was done she sat down on the bed and looked toward the closet, "You might as well come out Ben, I know you are in there. I caught a glimpse of you when I got out of bed to walk Chad out."

I stepped out of the closet and headed for the bedroom door and Nan said, "Were you peeping intentionally?"

I told her no and I told her how I’d come to be in the closet and why the door hadn’t been fully closed.

"Well, now you’ve seen just how big a slut I can be. I hope it wasn’t a shock to your system."

"Let’s just say that it was eye opening."

"It had to be something to give you that bulge in your pants. Let me guess - was it because he was black, or was it when he took my ass?"

"That and when he ate you after cumming in you."

"Well Ben, you always could have done either of those things but you just never seemed to interested in the kinky side of sex. It’s still there if you want it."

"No thanks" I said as I headed for the door.

"Are you sure you won’t stay for a while Ben? At least long enough for me to take care of your problem?"

I just shook my head no as I walked out the bedroom door and left the house.

The rest of the weekend was pretty much shot as far as I was concerned. It didn’t matter what I did I couldn’t get Nan and her black lover and what they did out of my mind. Wherever I looked I saw Nan’s white hands on the back of Chad’s black head pulling his face into her cum filled pussy. I saw her head buried in the pillow and I heard her moans as Chad pushed his black cock into Nan’s tight white ass. I saw them sixty-nine as I was trying to watch Fox News. I saw Nan on her knees with her head bobbing up and down on Chad’s cock when I tried to watch the football game.

It was like that all weekend and it was even like that when I tried to sleep. Saturday I had one dream where Nan was in a room with four black men and she was tugging on their cocks and saying "Eeny, meeny, miney moe" to choose the boyfriend who would fuck her for the next week. That dream faded and was replaced by one where Nan was standing on a street corner with a sign that said, "Need boyfriend to fuck me because my husband won’t. Black only need to apply." Sunday I had the "Eeny meeny" dream again only this time Nan couldn’t choose so she told them all to follow her into the bedroom. Then I followed and tried to peek into the room and someone slammed the door in my face. I didn’t get much sleep all that weekend and when I woke up Monday morning I was a wreck.

Monday at work I was a zombie. I attended two meetings and took part in a conference call and I don’t remember anything from any of them. Tuesday was no better and by Wednesday I began to think that I had better put in for some time off to get my head back together before I got fired. Wednesday evening I left work and headed for my motel room and the next thing I knew I was in front of my house. I hadn’t planned on being there, but there I was. There were two strange vehicles in the driveway and I knew what that meant so I drove on by. I steered the car back toward the motel, but ten minutes later I was still in the neighborhood after driving several times around the block. I must have driven around the block seven or eight times before I stopped in front and parked at the curb. I had no idea why I was there, but I sat in my car and stared at the house for about five minutes before something made me get out of the car and go into the house.

I heard noises from upstairs and I stood at the bottom of the steps and just stared up them. I knew what the noises were and I didn’t want to listen to them, but suddenly I was standing at the top of the stairs with no memory of even going up them. The noises were coming from the spare bedroom and I desperately wanted to turn away and run from the house, but some unseen force was either pushing me or pulling me down the hallway to the spare bedroom door. I knew what I was going to see when I got there and I knew that I didn’t want to see it, but I couldn’t make myself turn around and go.

There were two black men in the room with Nan, neither one of them Chad, and they were both using her at the same time. One was lying on the bed and Nan’s head was bobbing up and down in his lap. The second man was behind her. He had his hands on her hips and was holding her as he fucked her. I stood there for almost three minutes watching what was taking place on the bed and the three of them never even noticed me. I didn’t want to watch, but I couldn’t make myself move away. Finally the man fucking her from behind said, "Here it comes sweetie" and he rammed into hard a couple of more times and then just buried himself to the hilt and held himself there. After a bit he pulled back and his soft cock plopped out of Nan and the three of them started to change positions and noticed me. The two men saw me first and their sudden hesitancy made Nan look up. Her eyes met mine and held them as she said, "Pay him no mind. It’s just my husband and he doesn’t love me anymore. He’s probably just here to pick up some of his stuff."

Her eyes never left mine as she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. She reached up and pulled the man who had been in her mouth down to her and still looking into my eyes said, "Put it in me baby. You haven’t come yet so put it in and fuck me. Make me scream baby, make me cum." The man shoved his cock into her and she moaned and her legs came up and locked around him. Then Nan winked at me - she actually winked at me - and said, "Get your cock over here Tony, I think my hubby likes watching." The other man walked over and got on the bed and knelt with his limp cock just over Nan’s mouth. She raised up and captured it and Tony leaned down so she could take in more of him and her eyes finally left mine as she gave herself to the two men.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I couldn’t make myself move out of that doorway. I just stood there and watched as the two black men took turns stuffing their cocks into Nan’s mouth and pussy. I don’t know how much longer I would have stood there if Nan hadn’t gotten up from the bed and come over and pulled me into the room. She told Tony to drag a chair over and put it next to the bed and then she sat me down in it.

"You can see better from here honey. Tony is going to fuck my ass next and from here you will be able to get a good look at his nice black cock as it goes into my tight, white butt."

Nan got back on the bed and put her head down on a pillow and Tony moved up behind her. She was looking into my eyes and I saw her wince just a bit and then smile as Tony pushed his cock into her ass. "God Ben, but that does feel good. Watch his cock Ben. Watch that nice piece of black meat slide in and out of my ass. Come on Tony, fuck my ass hard. Put on a show for Ben." Tony was all the way in Nan now and he started to fuck her and she moaned in pleasure. Tony plowed her ass for almost five minutes and Nan’s moans became louder and longer until finally she screamed and her body shook. She fell forward on the bed and Tony’s cock popped out of her ass and I saw the cum dripping off the end of it. Nan was lying on the bed, breathing hard as she tried to catch her breath. When her eyes opened and she sat up, "Thanks guys, I really needed that, but you need to leave now. I think Ben and I need some time alone."

As the two men dressed Nan got off the bed and came over to me. She knelt in front of me and unzipped my pants and took out my hard cock and she looked up at me and smiled. "Your cock is nice and hard Ben. I knew it would be. I know something about you Ben, something that you didn’t even know about yourself. I knew it the day you saw Chad and me and then came out of the closet with a hard cock in your pants. You get turned on watching me fuck. Isn’t that right Ben? Isn’t that why your cock is so hard right now? Because you’ve been watching me fuck? You can deny it if you want Ben, but I know. I’ve got the proof right here in my hand. I’ve had someone here everyday since you saw me with Chad just waiting for you to come back." She lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth and I exploded. The suddenness of it took Nan by surprise and she jerked her head back and looked up at me as my cock sprayed her tits. "Oh baby. I knew you got turned on watching me, but I had no idea that it made you this hot."

She turned her head, "Hey Tony, don’t leave yet."

Tony, who had been heading for the door, turned and came back, "What you need sweets?’

"I need you to fuck me again. Ass or pussy, I don’t care, but I need you to fuck me while I suck Ben’s cock."

Tony dropped his pants and under shorts and moved up behind Nan. I did not want to be there. I wanted to get up and run from the room, but I couldn’t and I don’t know why. Nan had my limp cock in her hand when Tony said, "Here it comes sweets" and he pushed forward. Nan moaned and my cock shot up. Nan looked up at me, "Oh baby, we are going to have so much fun together" and she took my cock in my mouth and started to suck it.